Hell's Consort

Chapter 770 - Archangel Uriel Breaks The Rules (Merle's Arc)

Newest Chapter of the Highest Tier (October 2021)

Night arched protectively over the Faerie Realm, serving as a barrier between chaos and the order of the universe.

The bright lights had blessed these dark heavens and it made her feel at home.

Merle settled her head on the crook of her lover's arm as her half-lidded eyes watch the night-covered stars in a daze.

Archangel Uriel lazily rubbed the little red hairs near her forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

Time slowed whenever Merle was too present in the moment and that was what she felt around him.

There were times when Merle thought that Archangel Uriel had fallen asleep just as soon as she felt his large digits flutter and rest over her eyelids.

As he continued to trace the center of her brows in an upward massage up to her hairline, Merle bit her lip at how good it felt.

"Mm-mm." She hummed and she caught herself before she released out a soft moan.

Delicious warmth settled in her core.

The desire had run thick in her veins that she was close to madness.

A forbidden thought raised unbidden in her mind.

Swallowing hard, Merle squeezed her eyes shut and focused on the soothing croaks of the crickets croaking and the sweet fragrance of roses and sharp wood with a spicy, floral and peppery undertone that was masculine and complex.

As she lay on the bed, the linen sheets covering her vulnerable form felt smooth upon her skin.

Just the healing power of an Archangel's touch made all the tied-up tension in her limbs loosen up. Hopefully, this Archangel will be someone that Merle could fully claim as hers after she achieves her aim to rescue every Fairfolk in this Realm from demonic possession.

After establishing a physical and emotional connection, the Watchers—the Angels who were tasked to watch over the living creatures in the Faerie Realm—had truly fallen in love with the women here.

Some were seduced to partake in the pleasures of the flesh after being seduced by bold young women who found the Angels more exotic than their own Kind.

These girls were smart to pick curious angels as their target and they didn't have to jump through hoops to convince them to try and taste what these divine spirits had been missing all their life.

Few Angels felt they were too superior.

They didn't see the women as creatures who deserved to be respected and made the choice to rape them for their refusal.

The love forming between the Watchers and female Faeries had gone out of control in the Faerie Realm but what happened to her, specifically, felt like it could only occur once in a blue moon.

It was a one in a million chance that she would treasure this in her immortal life.

She never thought that she will actually find love when she wasn't interested in any male Fae before.

Maybe, she was only attracted to Archangels.

No.

Merle frowned.

It was something about Archangel Uriel as she got to know him more due to the time they spent together in the Garden of the Four Seasons.

It was one experience of both futility and eternal hope.

Yet, their situation seemed like she was willingly sinking deep into the unknown waters and she didn't know how to swim.

It was tricky to navigate and the chances of her dream coming true was close to nil.

Merle was certain the Archangel would save her if she got in trouble, though.

It was in his nature to be responsible and play as a hero of light in this Realm.

As, the servant of the Highest Good, the Angel Kind was stronger compared to the DemonKind and the Fair folk.

It was also their obligation to protect the creatures in the Material Realm.

Nevertheless, both of them were dancing around the subject about their future.

She didn't tell Archangel Uriel about this but she already considered him a lover the instant they kissed in the rain at the Garden of Four Seasons.

Merle pressed a hand to calm over her churning stomach caused by rattled nerves and slowly fisted the fabric of her dress in desperation.

She would not give Archangel Uriel any excuse to deny that there was something between them but that would have to wait after the chaos brought by the rebel Angels—the Watchers—ended. Too many races were involved in this matter.

The cool air abruptly shifted into winter when it shouldn't have been.

It was the type of coldness that reached into her bones and her teeth chattered from winds.

Fortunately, Archangel Uriel was an endless supply of steady warmth similar to a hearth in a cozy home.

Their small, roofless hut was situated near the top of the mountain with some of the branches of ancient white Oak trees covering their view.

Every square inch of the wooden floor was filled with grass and they turned it into a cushion of the bed they shared together.

Archangel Uriel couldn't make the hut large enough to accommodate his wings.

At least the space wasn't too cramped that he had no reason to complain every time he turned twisted and turned to his side.

Merle had this fleeting wish to sleep outdoors like she used to do with Archangel Uriel in the Garden of the Four Seasons but now that both of them weren't there anymore, he wouldn't allow it.

He was afraid that he would catch a cold when in reality, Merle just wanted to experience laying down on the grass under the star-filled nights reflected in the misty lake.

She let her heartbeat to its steady rhythm in the silence.

The Archangel seemed to be disinterested in nature, insisting that he had seen this ever since the Highest God created this world.

Faeries weren't created yet at that point.

There was nothing special about it in the first place.

"Merle." Archangel Uriel abruptly whispered in her ear.. "I am not sure what we are doing here anymore."

Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!